The words arose in my mind in a clear, soft voice. The voice was somehow mine, sounding as if I had thought the words myself, immediately forgot thinking the thought, now instantly lost to working memory, then heard its echo as if an original decree from an anonymous source. Mind and memory out of sync sow a rift between what we know and what realize we know.

"Well, if I made it in here," I thought, "I can make it out." One may leave a place, one would hope, the way one came in.

"From the moment you entered this world of existence, a ladder was put in front of you so you could escape." ~ Rumi